Arthur shook his head as he sat slumped over against a rock, coughing hard as he looked up at you. “Go damn it—“ he said, although he was quickly interrupted by another coughing fit. “I don’t want you to see me like this Ill—“ he paused, shaking his head with another cough “Ill go back to camp in a bit I—I just need to rest” he mumbled, weakly gripping your shoulder “Darling please—“

Arthur had more to say but he was swiftly interrupted by you. Coughing. You quickly covered your mouth, pulling your hand away once it had subsided. Blood. Dots of blood covered your palm. Arthur stared at your palm, a faint cough escaping his own lips. Her shook his head “no..” he mumbled “No no no—“ he looked up at you, tears uncontrollably welling in his eyes.